I was born on June 23rd, 1978. Oh, I know. I’m old. When I was a kid I remember watching Doctor Who late Saturday nights at my sister Kathy’s house. In those days a fluffy haired and long-scarf wearing Tom Baker portrayed Doctor Who, and those were the finest memories of my life.
I’ll never forget watching the Doctor whizz about through time and space, his tin dog K-9, and I distinctly remember his companions Leela, and Romana II. It wasn’t until later I watched the entirety of Tom Baker’s Doctor and fell in love with all the companions who accompanied him throughout the known universe.
As life and time would have it I grew up, and watching late night TV on public television became less of an interest to me. Thus, I stopped watching Doctor Who all together. Every once in a while I caught an episode or two. I mainly remember the 5th Doctor, and I barely remember the 7th Doctor. I don’t remember the 6th Doctor at all, unfortunately. But again, time escaped me and I found other interests as a child and grew fond of other forms of entertainment.
Fastforward nearly thirty-plus years in to the future. I’m at college as a non-traditional student. Suddenly I’m surrounded by late teens, and early twenty-somethings, and all of them are yammering about Doctor Who. I must admit that I wasn’t too fond of seeing what all the hype was about the show. I knew that the show was still on the air, but I had no idea what had developed since I quit watching it back in the very early 80s.
Eventually I gave in to the hype and started looking in to Doctor Who slowly but surely. The year was 2013, and the 50th Anniversary special was quickly approaching. I didn’t have time to go back and catch up on Doctor Who at the time, so I just checked out a couple of episodes here and there leading up to the 50th anniversary.
The Day of the Doctor aired on November 23rd, 2013. I sat with anticipation to see what all the hype was about surrounding the show. I watched with amazement at how far the show had come over its fifty year span.
Keep in mind, I’m a die-hard dedicated Tom Baker Doctor Who fan. To me, no one defines Doctor Who quite like Tom Baker. Now I’m a fan of just the Doctor, but there will always be a fondness towards the 4th Doctor.
With that said, the final moments of The Day of the Doctor were upon us. Then…out of no where I heard a voice that sounded so familiar to me that it made me cry as soon as his face popped on my screen. All I can say is the tears flowed down by face like a water fall.
This is the scene: